Seerat
Srinagar, India
“You aren’t stupid,” Luke repeated for the ten-thousandth time.
My hands kept disappearing in the big holes of his stylish jacket, which he’d loaned me because I’d forgotten it was like winter Kashmir in when it was summer in the my hometown. I realized my mistake the hard way, when we poured out of the jet into the bitter wind and overcast sky. Even the short trip to the glitzy black Mercedes van left me shivering.
“You couldn’t have known.” Luke’s voice was so tender you could barely hear the pity it harbored.
“Yeah.” Asher sniffed, walking ahead of us, not even turning around to spare us a glance. His guitar was strapped to his shoulder, hanging over his back like a turtle’s shell. “How could you have known it’s winter in the northernest part of your countr
